The Little mermaid.

The big ship creaked and groaned in the storm.

“Send him out there.” The old woman yelled.

“I will do no such thing.” His mother insisted. “I will not send my son out into the storm naked. I will not partake in your foolish superstitions.”

The brutes sized her up before grabbing the boy.

“Eric, be strong.” She said as the women pulled him towards the cabin door. They pulled on his dress, ripping it clean off him.

“Ok Lass, out you go.” They said as they tossed his naked form out into the rain and winds.

Eric, all of 19 and a half, and on his way to the old world with his mother to meet his future husband, stood there on the deck as the waves crashed. His long, black hair was quickly sopping wet.

“Okay... sea...”he called out with his arms outstretched” I’m naked... here I am... please stop now.”

As if it was laughing at him... a giant wave crashed into the ship, kicking him out.